Sinful Temptations Poem by Sherri Anderson

Touching your skin is like playing with fire
You know you'll get burned but pain for desire
Nails piercing shock absorbed
Temptations subsiding behind closed doors.

Knowing it's wrong but would feel so right
Not wishing for more then just one night
Or ten simple seconds to feels ones breathe
Hopeful goose bumps left upon my neck

The feel of your sensual finger tips
Sliding so gently across my lips
Can’t explain what you do to me
The impression you make it often leaves

Close your eyes and hear my moans
Picture it now we’re all alone
Slowing undressing you gaze upon lust
Holding back temptation but feel that you must

Must slide your fingers across my skin
Feelings so damp I want you in
Biting my lip and loving the danger
Body tenses up from a sexual stranger

Feel my heart its racing fast
Craving your body want it to last
The moment I feel has yet to even start
But the want of it scales off the charts

I’ll try and calm down
Can’t promise for long
Holding back desire
Often feels so wrong.